Reminder: Unfortunately for myself, I do not own Soul calibur's story line, or it's original cast. However I DO own the character's that are going to be revealed.(With the obvious exception of ahem: Luna, The Klessirpemdo, Chester, Girardot, Abelia, and Strife.) (None of the Created character's friends, as well as Kierkess are to be mentioned, Sorry all Kierkess fans!)
Moon Slayer's Blade: Chapter one: Prove yourself!
The cool wind whipped specks of sand into the eyes of Baltoss Cyzaine as he once again tried to
rub his eyes. His Grandall helm prevented easy access to his eyes, and the way General Girardot
drawled on about their training made him too tired to try harder. Lining the hill's crest, nineteen other
men, and ten women gazed at their practice field, where they would be facing off in pairs to combat
one and other. Practice, of course. The general stomped behind their backs, his heavy iron grieves
shifting and making an almost rythemic song. Just as he reached the end of the line, Baltoss felt
himself drift off into sleep. He was jolted back by a back hand to his helmet. Barely supressing a
groan, Baltoss turned his eyes to his left, where one of his friends, Selene stood. She shook her
unnaturally silver hair in contempt, then fastened her icy blue eyes on his green ones. "You
shouldn't be sleeping during our tactical briefing." She lectured him. Baltoss sighed. This was the
forth time today she had used that line. It got old quickly. "Listen Selene, we've been through this
leason before, and waking at dawn doesn't really suit me well. So I think, I should be taking this
time to catch up on my sleep, rather then listen to old iron dome's grunts. Suddenly Baltoss realised
something. The rythemic stomping had ceased. Baltoss stiffed as he felt the steel claw of Girardot
grip his shoulder. "Old Iron dome, eh?". Selene wore a small smirk as Girardot moved forwards
with Baltoss still grripped in his hand. "So, what's your name, boy?" he asked gravely. Baltoss
winced slightly as he gave it. "Well now Baltoss, since you seem to be so confident, I'm sure you'd
love to be a commander, right?". Baltoss shrugged, as well as he could atleast, as a responce. His
usually proud voice seemed to have deserted him now. "Well with so definant an answer, how can
we keep you from that?" Girardot chuckled. Baltoss blinked for a moment. "What?" Suddenly
Girardot forced him around to face the crowd of other cadets. "Who here is willing to fulfill young
Baltoss' dream, of commanding on the battlefield?". Baltoss held his breath as no one moved
forward. Perhaps if noone came forward, he wouldn't have to do anything. Suddenly he heard a
shuffling of feet. Stepping forward, accepting his forced challenge, was a silver haired young
woman. "Damn you Selene." Baltoss cursed to himself. Selene wore her small smirk as she
stepped forth and bowed to Girardot. Girardot nodded, then handed her a list. She scanned it
quickly, efficently, then nodded and walked north. To the other side of the battlefield. Girardot
turned his steely gaze back to Baltoss, who barely supressed another wince. "Damn, this guy could
teach rocks about hard looks." he thought sarcasticly. Girardot handed him a paper as well, and just
as he thought it was a list.
'Objective: Take the enemy's mainstrong hold, while not falling to these conditions:
1) Losing two of your own strongholds.
2) the capture of three or more of your parties.
3) Being forced into a stalemate
Choose five parties consisting of five members each. That is all. General Girardot.'
Baltoss sighed as he read the conditions, it was going to be difficult, even harder against Selene.
"Well, it's time to prove yourself." Girardot said, pushing him off to the south end of the field. As he
past the other cadets, Baltoss began to wish he kept his big mouth shut.
Within the Barracks, Baltoss peered out at the possible people to bring with him on the practice
field. Behind him, two of Girardot's unit men stood at the door. They each had papers laid out on
desks, along with pens and ink jars. Great, they were taking notes. Baltoss looked at the columns of
men and women, counting their numbers, their positions, all the annoying information that was
necessary. He smiled when he saw his friends among the selectable recruits. Baltoss pointed at
them, Garth the lance wielder with dark brown hair and eyes, and Fiona, a katana wielding defecter
from Halteese. She was actually quite beautiful, with orange brown hair that reached only her mid
neck. She had bright green eyes as well. Hard to believe she had managed to make it from
Halteese's harsh snowy lands to Grandall territory, especially with the war going on. Both of them
were Cavalry riders with their own personal units near them. "Well, I figured we would get dragged
into your mishaps Baltoss." Garth grunted. Fiona smiled sweetly." Now now, Garth, maybe if we
pass this surprise test, we can become a true unit quicker.". "Always the optimistic one, aren't you
Fiona?" someone sneered. Baltoss sighed as he saw Laven Dinmar, and his group of cronies among
the column. "Shut up Laven." Baltoss grunted. Laven turned his sneer to him. Oh yes, Baltoss, I
forgot you were there, but of course, you'll be bringing only your friends as soldiers, so it doesn't
matter if I did forget you.". Baltoss clenched his fist around his thin blade's hilt. This idiot's always
been too much of an irritant. "Well Laven, if you were in that position, you wouldn't be able to bring
anyone!" he countered. Oh yes, the red going to Laven's face made Baltoss grin triumphantly.
Althought then he regained his composure. "Either way, I'll be one of the first to watch you fall
today." he threatened. Baltoss slitted his eyes, this pompous moron thought he would lose?
"Actually, I've got a better idea Laven." Laven raised a brow in questioning. Baltoss smiled. "Your
coming with me, if I fall, you fall too." Laven blinked for a moment, his brain hadn't yet figured out
what Baltoss was saying. "Gather your cronies, you're party leader three." Baltoss said with finality.
Before too long Baltoss had his five partie's behind him. Girardot's men look questioningly at his
arrangement, including his obvious enemy must have thrown them off. Baltoss would prove to them
all, that he could attain victory, even if he had a complete moron in his unit. "Alright, state your men,
and their discibline's." the first of Girardot's men commanded. Baltoss nodded.
"Party leader one: Garth Vistron: Lance wielder, Cavalry unit. Party leader two: Fiona Saron:
Katana wielder, Cavalry unit. Party leader three: Laven Dinmar: Chinese Sword wielder, Infantry
unit. Party leader four: Finn Warstrom: Grieve user, Infantry unit. Party leader five: Annaretta
Kotsfu: Kunai wielder: Bandit unit." Baltoss stated officially. The four others in each party always
used weapons which matched their party leader. For this small army, there were to be twenty six
warriors. "And yourself?" the second man asked. Baltoss looked back at the other recruits. All
these guys were going to know his name after today, and they better not forget it!
"Baltoss Cyzaine: Chinese Blade wielder, Infantry unit.".